Two Left-Handed Party Poopers
Super met Duper
On the world's biggest gobbernuper.
During that ride
They sat side by side.
When most screamed at the sight
Some even squealed in delight.
But not Super and Duper
They just sat in a stupor.
Right then they knew
They'd be friends among few
While others sought fun
They wanted none.
They were the serious sort
The kind that retorts
Smiling is boring
Laughing is abhorring.
Super never burps out loud
Duper never farts in a crowd
Together a pair
For the most boring affair.
They shared the same philosophy
A party was an overrated monstrosity
There was too much noise
Useless nonsense and poise.
Jumping up and down
Is only for clowns
Singing a silly song
Is just flat-out wrong.
They absolutely agreed
They'd rather wear tweed
Enjoy the library's quiet trance
Than go to a party and dance.